Category Archives: Cohering My Trip

only if there’s a last supper after my “last supper…”

if i let my tongue burn, sometimes i think i would die. sometimes i think i would die if i let you fall under my breath where i hide my bread crumbs. it’s because they didn’t teach me misery right. … Continue reading

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My Last Night

I charred their bones that night when I let the snow fall up my nose. Convincing myself that falling stars were meant to breathe in like the Indian breeze is meant for scorched skin. My sin was begging for snow. … Continue reading

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The High Class

Pills fall in line on the palm of their hands. Capsules in round vogue the latest trends. Back in the vault, cheap transparent plastic from Christmas circa 2000, trap coated yellow models batting labels for release. Tension builds like the … Continue reading

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